About...
...that time I missed you.
It was a pretty humid afternoon that forced Blake to wipe the thin sheen of sweat on her forehead. Her brain felt like it's a molten mush inside her skull. Boiling like lava. Couldn't be helped that she's been trying to fix this almost impossible bug on her coding project.
She's sure the problem is a lot simpler than she frustrated about, but it takes time to find the root between these thousand lines of syntax she wrote. Even with the very helpful syntax highlighter, those jumbled rainbows of pixels on her screen just couldn't seem to make any sense to her. What did she do wrong?
'I'm going to miss my stimulant.'
It's what she said earlier. Yes, that must be it. Blake's eyes flicked from the desktop screen to her scroll. The notification LED is off. Not blinking a faint blue glow-what she's been waiting for since the past fifteen minutes. A sigh escaped her lips.
What was she thinking anyway?
Stupid Blake; she cursed herself.
Yet, she still continues to glare at the innocent gadget as if it was the source of her trouble-which is, part the truth.
Actually, it was that person. Whom she kept in touch through the poor gadget. Okay, she envied Yang. That blonde somehow managed getting a vacation while Blake herself has to deal with this deadline. The world is unfair. Very unfair. But... she's getting off the point.
The truth is; it was easy to distract herself from missing that annoying pun-lover girl. Write some lines of coding, think of algorithm, et cetera and et cetera. The problem comes when she got stuck over something; such as an error. She doesn't understand how it could be an error when she already made sure she didn't miss a single colon.
Amber eyes squinted, scanning meticulously through each line. And then she blinked in surprise. Over there. Quickly, Blake deleted an extra coma which shouldn't have existed. And rerun another test.
It worked. Not a single warning. Are you kidding me?
The girl sweatdropped. Errors, huh...
...or, so she thought.
Now, she doubted if all those lines of code she wrote previously for hours are error free. Inhaling deeply, she stared at the ceiling. Frustrated. Puzzled. Instead of an picture of what she has to put into the next lines, a mischievous pair of lilac eyes floated by.
Blake blinked. Did they just wink at her?
The desk thumped as her forehead landed roughly on the wooden surface. Blake groaned as her eyelids slowly shut themselves, then muttered to herself, "Ugh, this project is so brutal. Brain. Must. Rest."
But her scroll won't let that happen. Ping!
She jolted up from her pathetic position. Her hands immediately scrambled for the scroll. And almost dropped it while she tried to unlock the screen. A new message. Internally, Blake squeaked. Yes, it's from Yang! She opened it that instant and read...
I told you, don't miss me! ;)
Underneath the message, there's a smirking emoji. Yang's style.
...
If she could, Blake would've put a poker face to cover her current expression. But she didn't. She stared at those two messages, re-reading the first one while trying to dechiper what's behind that stupid smirking face. Until she realized it around three seconds later.
Fwing! She threw her scroll carelessly onto the bed and yelled, red-faced;
"Damn you, Yang!"
~-x-~
A/N:
Yang sure does love to tease those close to her. Especially Blake. Poor girl.
– Karvost